Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Summer

Still my guitar gently weeps. 
Because she has gone, for how so long?
How could she go for so long?
Because he has left, notes caressed in his hands
Leaving scarlet ashes in his trail.

Minuet.
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  1. Minju KimJune 25, 2009 at 4:01 PM

    I really like this! I had no idea that engineers could be so creative..

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